Chapter 1301:
Elyse’s smile was small but chilling. “What do I want? I want to settle the score with you, Owens.” Her voice was smooth, her words dripping with venom. “You claim I’m just an outsider. Fine. Let’s talk about how your grandfather was responsible for the death of my child.”
Debora’s eyes flickered with guilt. “What does that have to do with me? I didn’t kill your child. Find the real culprit.”
Elyse arched a brow in amused disbelief. “So, you’re saying you have no problem with me taking revenge on your grandfather?”
Debora scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Go ahead. If you’re brave enough, go and take your revenge on him. But guess what? He’s dead. You’ll never have the chance to make him pay.”
Elyse’s smile turned malicious as she crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “How could I possibly not have a chance?” she said, her voice soft yet laced with danger. “Because, you see, I’m the one who killed him.”
Debora froze, her pulse racing as the weight of Elyse’s words sank in. “No… that can’t be true. He was killed by Jayden. Corrie told me so. She wouldn’t lie to me!”
Elyse’s lips curled into a wry smile. “Why wouldn’t she lie to you? You really believe everything she says?” She stepped closer, her voice colder than ever, each word cutting deeper. “If you don’t believe me, let me paint a picture for you. Your grandfather, terrified yet defiant, begged me not to pull the trigger. But I didn’t care. I shot him anyway.”
Elyse’s piercing gaze locked onto Debora’s, her next words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. “Do you know what it feels like to kill your enemy with your own hands? It’s like being reborn.”
Debora shook her head violently, her voice trembling. “Impossible! He couldn’t have been killed by you. Jayden must have forced you to say this!”
Her denial rang hollow, more for her own reassurance than anything else. Elyse—the quiet, delicate woman she once knew—couldn’t possibly have had the strength to take a life. This had to be some twisted game, a trick meant to rattle her.
Debora fixed Jayden with a scornful glare, disbelief etched across her face. “I can hardly believe you’d stoop so low as to let Elyse cover for your heinous crime. You truly are monstrous.”
Jayden’s face tightened, his annoyance clear. “Can you drop it already?”
“You’re a ruthless killer! I’ll make sure the media hears about this. There’s no escaping the consequences for Grandpa’s murder!” Debora’s conviction was unwavering. In her eyes, Jayden was the mastermind behind Enzo’s murder abroad, using Elyse as a naive shield, just as he often had.
“Planning to go public?” Elyse sneered, dismissing Debora with a cold glance. “Is that really your plan?”
Debora clenched her jaw. “What’s that supposed to mean? This is not your concern anymore. You’re no longer part of this family! If you meddle, I’ll expose your complicity in harboring a murderer by tomorrow. Think about your career; you won’t be playing the violin much longer, not on my watch.”
Elyse’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing in a rare display of menace. Her presence tonight radiated something entirely different—something that made Debora uneasy.